Too Pure

Is something missing in my touch, a tension tugging at my smile? If there's a right thing to say, I'm sure I missed it by a mile Swallowed in some detail, heavy in my blood I wanna hold you close, but I can't lift my arms up Is there a reason for this distance? More than the drug that floats my days A nervous bug in my system, it keeps me edgy and ashamed I've got a saint, never ever will forgive That never understood me but still tells me how to live It fits when I stretch and I stretch because I can I stretch until I'm sore and then I open up for more I do it out of habit, not addiction And if I give it up, clean out my blood Will I still feel bored and disconnected? If I do it all for love, will I ever give enough? ''cause you can never be too pure or too connected You can never be too pure or too connected You can never be too pure